Sat 28 Aug 2004
- but the good does come with the bad, if you are looking:
Shits: Loosing an intimate loved one
Giggles: Being shown you are loved by more than one
Shits: Taking her off speed-dial
Giggles: Hearing your brother in a voicemail say he loves you
Shits: Losing sleep
Giggles: Losing weight
Shits: Your heart breaking
Giggles: Being shown you can love again
Shits: Unexpectedly coming across her toothbrush in the morning
Giggles: Knowing your water bill is going to be lower
Shits: Sleeping alone
Giggles: Waking with a guardian angel at your feet
Shits: Loss of kisses
Giggles: Puppy kisses
Shits: How every song on the radio seems to hurt
Giggles: Remembering to find peace and balance in the Silence
Shits: Burying your head in your job
Giggles: Burying your head in your job
Shits: Finding her dog’s food bowl on the patio
Giggles: Going for a walk in the field anyway, alone
Shits: Early mornings, without cuddling
Giggles: Farting with reckless abandon
Shits: Tears
Giggles: Hugs
Shits: Opening up and getting hurt
Giggles: A mother’s caring and tender support
Shits: Sensing a deep loss of beauty/light in your world
Giggles: Remembering and focusing on your inner beauty/light
Shits: Shaving your own legs
Giggles: Not caring if you have hairy-ass legs
Shits: Old photos
Giggles: Old photos
Shits: Smoking way too much
Giggles: The tightness in your chest starting to ease
Shits: Driving over to her house to pick up “your shit”
Giggles: Quietly giggling to yourself as you drive home, because you know you left a piece of your limitless heart
August 28th, 2004 at 7:07 pm
You were NEVER walking in that field alone. All of us were arround you. I think you could feel us. We could feel you.
August 29th, 2004 at 8:56 pm
glass in your cereal, just so you can feel something.
August 29th, 2004 at 9:22 pm
A Tear And A Smile
Kahlil Gibran
“I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart for the joys of the multitude. And I would not have the tears that sadness makes to flow from my every part turn into laughter. I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.
A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding of life’s secrets and hidden things. A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and to be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.
A tear to unite me with those of broken heart; a smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.
I would rather that I died in yearning and longing than that I lived weary and despairing.
I want the hunger for love and beauty to be in the depths of my spirit, for I have seen those who are satisfied the most wretched of people. I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and longing, and it is sweeter than the sweetest melody.
With evening’s coming the flower folds her petals and sleeps, embracing her longing. At morning’s approach she opens her lips to meet the sun’s kiss.
The life of a flower is longing and fulfillment. A tear and a smile.
The waters of the sea become vapor and rise and come together and are a cloud.
And the cloud floats above the hills, and valleys until it meets the gentle breeze, then falls weeping to the fields and joins with the brooks and rivers to return to the sea, its home.
The life of clouds is a parting and a meeting. A tear and a smile.
And so does the spirit become separated from the greater spirit to move in the world of matter and pass as a cloud over the mountain of sorrow and the plains of joy to meet the breeze of death and return whence it came.
To the ocean of Love and Beauty—to God.”